Tired of my beeper, tired of my phoneTired of this tired ol' tie I got onSick of this traffic jam that I'm inWe all get sick of it all now and thenWhen I've had it up to hereI go down there

To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta loveMangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a gloveSixth gear with nowhere to steerWhen enough is enoughIt's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love

I feel like a fish jerked out of the seaOr a bird in a cage that's never seen a keySick of this grind and I think that I oughtTo bring this grind to a grinding haltNow I've had it up to hereLet's go down there

To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta loveMangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a gloveSixth gear with nowhere to steerWhen enough is enoughIt's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love

Now I've had it up to hereLet's go down there

To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta loveMangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a gloveSixth gear with nowhere to steerWhen enough is enoughIt's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love